” MOM’S DREAMS “
Mom Grimmic was an absolutely wonderful mother to her three sons. She was a typical mother looking woman of that era. She was about five foot two inches tall, dark curly hair; she had warm adoring eyes full of love, and was of a medium built. Her clothes were fashionable, but not necessarily trendy, she was very soft and warm to the touch, but a bit of a “Tom Boy” at the same time. Both Mr. and Mrs. Grimmic doted over their boys. Mom was kind, loving, patient and nurturing with her sons, but she was something else too. She was also the one that frequently made their lives miserable too.
You see, Mom was a psychic dreamer, on an almost daily basis she kept ruining their lives with her dreams, especially the bad ones. To Mom whatever she dreamed was gospel and ruled the entire family’s lives. The men in her life, Dad and the three boys, never knew what to expect next from her. All three boys had to deal with Mom and her dreams from their earliest memories, and it had gotten considerably worse as each of them entered their mid to late teens. As each of the boys started dating, driving and working is when Mom’s dreams kicked into hyper drive.
An unsuspecting person might not think that having a psychic dreamer for a mother would be a bad thing, but that kind of attitude was completely naive. Mom kept their lives in a constant state of turmoil with topsy turvey occurrences with frightening regularity.
So, let’s back up and take a closer look at Mom’s life and dreams from an early age. Since we are talking about Mom’s years before she became Mom, I suppose that this is the appropriate time to introduce you to Velma. Mom’s real name.
To better understand Velma’s behavior regarding dreams, one must understand that her mother was also a psychic dreamer and encouraged Velma to pursue her gift. Velma’s mother actually encouraged Velma to the point of being reckless in most people’s opinions. Whatever Velma dreamed; her mother condoned her doing. Velma and her mother had a discussion at a reasonably early age regarding her gift and the responsibility that Velma had to not misquote or take advantage of her dreams or the people in them, so luckily, Velma was mature and responsible in her attitudes about her dreams.
Velma was born in 1929. It was a different world back then. A simpler time as far as technology was concerned, but a more regimental world too. Men and women had much more defined sets of rules to fill and there were set expectations about their place in society. Boys were boys, and girls were girls, and they never set foot in the others role. Men went out and made the money, and women stayed home and raised the children, cooked the meals, did the laundry, and watched soap operas once TV came into being. There were, of course, a few exceptions regarding working outside of the home, especially after WWII.
Velma’s first psychic dreams began in kindergarten (1934). Velma had lain down to take her mandatory nap, and began dreaming. When the teacher woke the children from their naps Velma walked over to the window and shut it. Mrs. Simpson told Velma it was too hot to close the window and ordered her to open it back up. Velma refused because she had dreamed that some child was going to fall out, of course, Mrs. Simpson told Velma that her fears were nonsense. About thirty seconds later a blood curdling scream was heard from one of the other elementary classes. A young boy had fallen out of the second story window while the teacher had gone to the restroom.
Velma’s dreams continued as the years went by. She was in the third grade when her Mom received a phone call from the school demanding that she come to the school and meet with the Principal. Velma’s mother was instantly concerned. All four of her children attended this school, and any call from the school must be considered serious. Velma’s mom got her hat, coat and purse and took off walking to the school. From their house to the school was normally a 30 minute walk, but under these circumstances Velma’s mom made it in just over 20 minutes.
When Velma’s mother arrived at the school she was taken to the principal’s office to wait for the principal; and there sat Velma. It seems that Velma had had a dream last night, and in the dream one of her larger female class mates had jumped on her back at recess and pulled her hair; so Velma refused to go to recess, no matter what the teacher or the principal said.
When the principal relayed this story to Velma’s mother her mother looked with confusion at the principal and said, “Then don’t make her go, or keep the other girl in.” The principal declined on both options and insisted the Velma go to recess with the rest of the children, and that any fighting by either child would be dealt with severally. For Mom this was unacceptable. Mom promptly removed Velma from this school and reinstated her in another school two weeks later, after she found one that would take Velma on her mother’s terms.
For the next few years school was uneventful regarding Velma and her dreams, but as she got older, and her friendships got tighter, Velma began to be an annoyance to her little friends. Velma would have a dream where her friend got injured playing kickball, and Velma would throw a fit until they agreed to quit playing kickball, or maybe she’d have a dream that a friend chocked while eating dinner, and Velma wanted to make them give up dinner until she thought it was safe again. The other girl’s mothers didn’t necessarily like this and sometimes would not cooperate with Velma’s wishes. This did not go over well with Velma, her friends or their parents. Some parents actually forbid their girls from playing with Velma because of the demands she made on their children.
Velma talked to her Mom about this. She was starting to get very concerned about the problems that her dreams were causing. Not only was Velma losing friends, she was also losing sleep. Velma’s mom saw that it was time for another heart to heart conversation about dreams so that Velma would have a better understanding and appreciation for her gift. Velma’s mom knew what she had to tell Velma so she could effectively start working with her gift. Mom wanted to help Velma fine tune her dreaming skills.
Velma’s mom said, “Let me tell you how I am able to better relax and enjoy my dreams. This is how I make these a pleasant experience rather than a nightmare. You must relax with your dream, watch it and remember everything you can about it, and teach yourself to wake up immediately after each significant dream and write down every bit of information in the dream.”
Mom went on, “There are no insignificant details in any of your dreams. Write down the time of day, if you can figure it out, the location, and the ages of those in your dreams,” Mom went on to point out that Velma would start having dreams about what is going to happen in the future as when as in the immediate. Mom and Velma discussed that Velma had to look for the smallest details. Things like the exact clothing, both uppers and lowers, as well as colors. Are the cloths wet or dry? Are the people wearing any jewelry? If a meal is involved, is it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or snack? What exactly are the people eating? How does it smell? Is it the first cooking of the meal, or left overs? What is the weather? Are there any calendars in the dream? Is there anything in the dream that is repeated in the dream, or repeated from a previous dream, and are there any changes with the second viewing. Every detail is important. Without this information Velma would be a prisoner to her dreams rather than being the master of her dreams. She must learn how to be able to effectively work with the information and help people with her gift because her life and her dreams are not her own.
Velma was thrilled about her conversation with Mom. By this time she was beginning to feel like a freak and it was wonderful to know that this was normal in her family. Mom had told her that generations upon generations were psychic dreams in their family.
Velma, her friends Clarabelle, Mary Lou and Dixie discussed all this and life became much easier for all of them in the future. Velma would discuss her dreams with her friends, and they would try to come up with solutions together. Velma no longer had to coerce her friends into bending to her wishes, she no longer had to steal their clothing to keep them safe, or accidentally ruin their cloths, and they could all work on the dreams together.
“World War II”
The year was 1944 and World War II was raging. Velma was 15 and had already dropped out of school because she had dreamed that she would never need more schooling than what she already had. Because Velma was to become a stay at home mom with three boys to raise. Not a wise choice by modern standards, but this was what it was for her in 1944.
It was just about sundown and Velma was sitting with her best friend Clarabelle on the porch out front of Clarabelle’s house. Velma saw Tommy Grimmic walking up the sidewalk. She didn’t know his name, but she knew him from her dreams. She knew he was to become her husband and the father to her three boys.
“Who’s that Clarabelle?”
“That’s Tommy Grimmic, Vel. He’s sixteen, isn’t he dreamy?”
“He sure is Clarabelle; and I’m going to marry him.”
Without a moment’s hesitation Velma yelled out at the top of her lungs, “Tommy, do you still love me?”
Tommy pretended that he didn’t hear her, ducked his head and marched full speed ahead. Four months later Tommy and Velma were married at the ripe old ages of 16 and 17.
World War II ended in 1945, but the world was still full of unrest, and the cold war was soon to begin. By this time Tommy was almost 18. Velma dreamed that Tommy was to be taken into the Army to fight in an upcoming war, and would be killed in action. She had to make sure this did not happen. Velma had been told by some of her friends that married men with small children would not be forced into the military; so nine months later came her first son Yancy. Velma had dreamed that she would have three sons, and that all of their names would start with the letter “Y”. Yancy was the first born of her three boys, ten months later came York, and eleven months after York came Yale. No army for Tommy. He was safe and Velma was content.
Velma had learned to include her friends in her dreams to come up with equitable solutions, but this philosophy did not carry over to her behavior with her children, and sometimes even her husband. This is the dilemma that her sons Yancey, York and Yale had to deal with; including their names.
This is the dilemma that Yancy, York and Yale had to deal with on a regular daily basis. The boys had pretty much grown accustomed to Mom’s shenanigans as far as her dreams were concerned. Regretfully it gets much harder on each of the boys beginning in their mid teens. The girls they dated, their part time jobs, and the cars they owned were especially susceptible to Mom’s dreams.
Hardly a week went by that some piece of clothing, a piece of athletic equipment or something of value to the boys came up missing. Mom interfered with their school subjects and the classes they were in too. More than once the boys had to change a class, or not enroll in a subject that they had planned on taking. When they asked Mom about it she always gave them the same answer, “I had a dream about it and gave it to Kenny’s mother, or John’s mother”, or whoever she had given it to. It might have even been given to some charity or a homeless person. The boys just never knew what Mom was going to do with their stuff, but at least she always replaced the things she gave away. But as the boys began dating and working, Mom couldn’t always replace what she had omitted from their lives.
Minnie was Yancy’s first semi serious heart throb. Yancy and Minnie meet before school and after classes to hang out in the halls at school, they talked every night on the phone, and he had taken her to Teen Town for dancing. Minnie was a pretty little girl of Mexican ancestry with a sweet personality, beautiful brown eyes long dark hair and a cute figure. Minnie applied herself in school with an eye toward someday becoming a teacher. Minnie was just the kind of girl that Yancy thought Mom would approve of; and she did.
Mom began dreaming one night, and in the dream Yancy caught Minnie kissing another boy named Max. Yancy was furious. He sped off in the family care and straight into a station wagon full of kids. Mom telephoned Minnie’s mother and told her to keep Minnie away from her son. Mom told Minnie’s mom that Minnie was more interested in Max than she was in Yancy anyway, and that she should tell Minnie to concentrate on Max and forget about Yancy.
“The 56 Ford Crown Victoria”
Yancy’s next disaster with Mom and her dreams was concerning his most prized possession. Yancy had bought a fixer upper for his first car. He’d owned it for almost nine months before he’d even been able to drive it because of all the updates he wanted to make on the car. The car became the school project for Auto Mechanics Class. Yancy took the car to school to rebuild from top to bottom. Mr. Kohler, the Auto Mechanic teacher liked it when the kids did this because it gave them practical, hands on experience.
Yancy’s car was what people referred to as a “Rust Bucket”, but in reality it was a classic in major need of lots of “TLC”, the kind of tender lovin care that only teenage boys can give their cars. Yancy had bought a two door 1956 Ford Crown Victoria with a V8 engine and dual exhaust. It was something special for any young teen.
The kids in the class sanded down the car, rebuilt the engine, increased the horse power, scooped the hood to allow for the raised Holly four barrel carburetor. They replaced all the interior with black bucket seats in the front and roll and pleased leather both front and back. All interior finishes were replaced in black, chrome, and a billet steering wheel. A modern radio was installed, and they blew out, cleaned out, and updated the heating system. Craigar Mags were put on all four of the oversized Tiger Paw tires. The boys oversized the fuel lines, put in high performance plugs, and replaced the old plug wires with solid copper spark plug wires rather than the standard graphite type. They added an electronic fuel pump to move the gas along quicker and hey put chrome tips on the dual exhaust with glass pack mufflers to give the car a really mellow bitchen sound. The four speed Hurst shifter with a racing clutch assured that the car would be quick off the line as well as keeping the transmission functioning properly.
All the boys decided that the feast de la resistance was to be the finish; Full tinted windows and a flat black paint job on a car that had high gloss billet chrome on the raised breather, all trim and handles, and fender skirts on the rear. It was the toughest lookin Rod in all of K.C. Yancy wasn’t sure that he’d like the chrome fender skirts on the rear, but he decided to go along with the rest of the class on this. The guys were right; it looked great.
Yancy had only had the car home for a little over two weeks. When he got up one morning Mom told him that she would need to keep his car so she could take it to the insurance agent to have him look it over and confirm that all VIN numbers matched and register the mileage on the car. The agent needed to make sure that the car had never been stole before it was sold to Yancy. With old fixer uppers this was not uncommon.
“Go ahead and take my care today,” Mom told Yancy when she saw the look of dissatisfaction on his face. She knew he was picking up his girlfriend Debra and taking her to school with him, and would need a car.
When Yancy got home that evening he didn’t see his car. There was a white 56 Ford Thunderbird sitting where his Crown Vick should be. Yancy thought maybe Mom had to get a loaner car for some reason. He was afraid she had wrecked his Vic since she wasn’t used to a four speed, and his Vic had so much power.
“Where’s my car Mom?” he said with genuine concern.
“I traded it for the Thunderbird,” Mom calmly replied.
Yancy exploded. He screamed, shouted, stomped around the room yelling out and screaming at Mom about all the things she had ever done to ruin his life. Then he yelled about all the things he had done to the car, all the work all the boys had put into the car, and the tremendous expenses. He had spent every dime he’d managed to make over the past three years into that car. Actually furious was too mild of a word for what Yancy was feeling.
Mom knew that this tirade would be coming, but it couldn’t be helped. After an hour Yancy came to Mom and started talking in a calmer manner. He wanted to tell her about his plans that she had messed up. He wanted to find out what he would have to do to get his car back from whoever Mom had sold it to.
“Mom, I’ve got plans for tonight. I’m pickin up Debra and the guys to go cruising all the Burger Bars on the Missouri side. I can’t do that without my car!”
“I know Sweetheart. You’ll have to take the T-Bird. It’s fully insured, tagged and everything.”
“But Mom, I want to take your car back and get my car. I can’t use this one, it’s only a two seater.”
“I know Yancy; that’s why I bought it” Mom said full of pride.
“Okay Mom, now that I’ve calmed down a little, tell me what you think is going on, and then I’m taking that piece of shit T-Bird back and getting my Vic.”
Mom told Yancy that she had one of her dreams. In the dream Yancy, Debra and his four best friends were cruising the Burger Bars when he hit a wet patch on Gillam Parkway. The car spun out and hit the island by the Eagle Scout Monument, jumped the curb and crashed into the wall.
“You and Debra were killed and all the boys were severally injured”. You know son; I just can’t have that happening.”
Yancy knew from years of experience that there would be no winning any argument about this.
“I know I’m going to hate it, but let’s go out and look at that T-Bird Mom.”
The 56 Ford, Thunderbird, was actually quite a nice car. It was white with a hard top convertible. It had red leather interior, air conditioning (very rare in those days), and a V8 with automatic transmission. This model had the body style with the little portals for rear windows, top of the line for its day. Yancy took the two seater out for a ride and discovered that it actually had excellent pickup, quite peppy and fun to drive.
The Crown Victoria was still winning in Yancy’s mind, but the T-Bird was gaining ground because everywhere he went eyes were popping and heads were turning. He even saw a cop, and got a thumbs up rather than the evil eye they always gave the Crown Vic during the two weeks he’d driven it. The Crown Vic was only slightly ahead of the T-Bird in Yancy’s mind but the deciding factor was the weather.
When Yancy was yelling at Mom about getting rid of the Vic, one of his comments was that she could have at least waited a couple of weeks since the long range weather forecast was clear and sunny for the next two weeks. As Yancy was doing his test drive on the T-Bird it started raining. Mon was right again. She said he’d hit a wet spot, and the weather guessers hadn’t even been predicting rain. He was 99% sure he was keeping the Bird.
Yancy drove to Debra’s house to pick her up. When she saw the car she squealed with joy. She was jumping up and down as if Yancy had just bought her a new mink coat or something.
Yancy explained to Debra why the different car. He gave her the blow by blow about Mom’s dream, their argument, and the rain.
“I couldn’t tell you Yancy because you loved that car so much, but I hated it. It was noisy, it was so powerful it scared me, and I knew I’d never be able to drive it after we ‘You, know’, but this car is perfect. And what do you think the best part about it is?”, said Debra.
“It’s a two seater. With the Vic we could never be alone. Your friends always piled in for a “Group Date”, and I wanted to be alone with you. You know; just you and me?.”
Yancy smiled a loving smile at Debra and his mind he said, “I forgive you Mom.”
Another six weeks passed and Mom had not been on even one of her rampages. All of the boys belonging were staying in the house. The boys were beginning to breathe a sigh of relief. They were feeling safe from Mom’s torrents. York’s 14th birthday was coming up and Mom had planned a really nice birthday party for York. This was going to be a “Boy/Girl” party. Mom had planned eats, games and dancing for the main events. It was a smash of an event, and the boys and girls actually did dance together.
By the end of the evening York was exhausted. He barely made it to 11 P.M. before he headed to bed. York woke up about 6 A.M. the next morning feeling great and totally refreshed. What a great party, but he had something important that he had to do.
Mom got up about 8 A.M. with plans to clean up last nights mess, but to her amazement York had already cleaned everything up.
“Well, aren’t you my big boy?” Mom beamed.
“Yes, I guess you can say that” York replied.
“Mom, you need to go upstairs and get dressed because we’re having a visitor this morning.”
“Who would be coming over at this time of the morning York?”
York smiled at Mom with a wry smile, “Compared to you, I guess you’d say I’m a late bloomer. I had a dream last night and the realtor will be here any minute to list the house.”
“ THE END ”